I don't plan on killing myself its just a poem, please dont be worried
My halo, it's broken and held up by horns
My legs, flesh broken, beaten and torn
My heart, battered and misshapen with no lasting form
My wings were sheared off
This is the day I die
These pills in my hand
Are my last goodbye
To the ones that I love
It's my time to shine
To the ones that I hate
It's your turn to die
You destroyed something beautiful
The smile on my face
The warmth in my eyes
The bounce in my gait
I filled it with sadness
I filled it with hate
Now I'm bringing you
STRAIGHT TO HELLS GATE!!
You called me a fag
Oh wait, TO BAD
Your oppressive words can't hurt me, so sad
You stare at my corpse
In this shiny black box
You stand there and turn over all of your thoughts
You remember the days
When I was alive
But it's tainted by the day that I died.
Years will come and years will go
But just you wait
You can't reap what you don't sow
Edited by BabyGirl32015, 27 February 2017 - 12:11 PM.
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